3rd Eye

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As I wait for you to find,

Valor, and peace of mind.

I find my own courage true,

Waiting like I do for you.

Facing demon and lonely night,

Tears will fall in religious rite.

I made friends of enemies,

Saying prayers, while on my knees.

Dreaming of your chest I lay,

Longing comfort only you purvey.

Realizing when eyes were blurred,

That destruction happens, before the third.

Strength is gathered from all ashes,

Clarity comes in sparkling flashes.

Understanding now like I do,

That it was all meant to debut:

Our courage and straightened spine,

Self-respect, and eye-bright shine.

You give me hope and life renewed,

But also taught a new world viewed.

I don’t detest, but love you more,

Forever grateful, I do adore.



The Queen of Fire

Image result for rebirth from fire art       (The Phoenix by Boris Vallejo)


The Queen of Fire


When shaky legs,

Balance normal.

Co-dependent chaos,

Sever formal.

Magic- hiding,

All along.

With fortitude,

Inherited strong

Rickety scaffold,

Must burn to ashes.

Training wheels:

Thought to save the gashes?

Hurt your ability,

In living broken.

Tears now stain,

You feel them choking.

But think of them,

As spring time rain.

Watering souls-garden,

Knowledge ascertained.

You forever endure:

Called the Queen of fire!

Rare blessing of bravery,

Keep your kingdom inspired.

Hold your head high,

Let them see your pain.

Beautiful goddess of fire,

Your soul is arcane.



The Theory of Everything



When a heart breaks

We see from wounded eyes

But what is really happening

You would be surprised


When our heart’s break

And earthquakes into millions of cracks

The expansion of your feelings

Open to expose the contrast parallax


Through craggy gaps and rifs

Our delicate pith soul is visible

Nor are our secrets hidden

But they are multiplied divisible


In hurt we grow outward

We expand to transcend

Exposure leaves us vulnerable

Pain causes us to overextend


The heart swells in emotion

Crackles the veneer in its distress

It doesn’t truly break

But it hurts nonetheless



Take all the hate and tragedy

That happens daily on this earth

Fault lines scar it’s crust

It also wears its cracks of genteel rebirth


The theory of everything,

don’t you see?

We are connected to it all

And we are the master keys


We must cleft

To learn and reach higher

Without those forces

We would never be inspired


We must live

And we must love hard

Even when we hurt

We must give regard


Our connection to all

And how this will shape

Our light source is laid bear

Our shade is undraped


We are more than just heartbroken

But fragile newborns

Given a chance to grow stronger


Our hearts are exquisit especially with scars adorn






The Creek



Through ancestral woods exploring, I found a creek today

It was well hidden, but I was led to it by soft mossy pathway

Unable to resist the temptation to feel it’s wetness on my skin

I stepped into its shallows and I felt the magic begin

Cool clear water delights my toes

As it’s eddied memories slowly past me flow

Remembered knowledge of my brief youth

Startle me with its echoing truth

I’ve grown so ignorant in my advancing age

Or perhaps, gone numb with each years turning page

I’ve ignored the genius of my young innocence

Instead I’ve adopted a burnt char of exhausted brittleness

I’ve been looking so long, at all the wrong solutions

While muddying my name with a society’s pollutions

Now feeling the water carry away the dark energy toxins

Moisturizing my center, I can now see my options

If I could only stay here and in the water play

Let it hydrate me clean, and wear weary troubles away

I might be able to touch the little child, that’s inside me hid

Let her teach me my old ways, the ones before that I had forbid

And then with rapid clarity, and a sure certainty of truth

I realized this is the secret, I had in fact discovered the fountain of youth

It’s not a actual potion, or a hidden wishing well

It’s a feeling you capture inside, a remembrance, that’s the magic spell

We stay young through our heart, not though someone else’s eyes

But it’s with a unguarded child’s grace, that we are immortalized














Classic Style

It had been moments, Almost too long  (note the ‘s’)

She had not noticed, The grin of pavement

The buoyancy, Of lighter feet

Or how, even?

But happiness, Has once again

Nested inside her.


Nothing changed, Except her

Again, nothing.

She had found peace, While searching

For remnants, Of fabric

Long gone vintage

Or rather, It had found her.


She discovered, her material

Made of the Highest quality

Built to be versatile, Multi-purpose

Was of a lasting worth,


It exemplified class



It was the extract of survivor’s,

Not of a victim’s.

Learning to evolve

Learning to grow

Learning to be happy

Without sacrificing

Her authenticity

It was classic style-

her smile

And it lit up the world










Patchwork Heart

The seamstress’s original stitching may be a tad frayed,

Daily beatings has reversed tanned it’s leather to suede.

Years of wet tears have damaged the only wooden parts,

But there’s a magical thread stitched in this old Queen’s heart.

The broken pieces have expertly been sewn back in its shape of a box,

Crafty resembling my younger one, so mysterious it’s flummox.

Before the first slivered shatter of my happy heart happened,

Before life showed me truth and tried to color my heart blackened,

I wasn’t as strong and advanced as it is now,

The magical seamstress sewed into it the strength of a vow.

She added in hope and forgiveness with it’s threads,

And  taught me bravery in no hesitation with sending love widespread.

It was her kindness that made me who I am today

She saved me from my self-hate, her beautiful influence had me swayed.

Her sewing abilities have claimed me an original art,

All because she gave kindness, mending my patchwork heart.




Take On Me

I AM, slowly learning that life is okay. (One of my all time favorite life’isms that I can always sing in the toughest of times.)

‘So needless to say
I’m odds and ends
I’ll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK
Say after me
It’s no better to be safe than sorry’


Paper fold out maps,joy, laughter, and 1123 miles

Travel the unfamiliar roads, they quite possibly will turn into the start of the most wonderful adventures of your life!  ~m

That’s my quote for the day, and hopefully one I can keep in the forefront of my mind for life in general!

My past couple of weeks have been so hectic and busy with things going on, that I have not really found much time (and if I’m honest- much energy) to write here. But for once it’s been a good hectic and cathartic being unhooked.

I’ve been going hard at it, from sun-up to sun-down. I’ve been ending my days exhausted, with barely finding time to sit down in front of a keyboard to do little more than family email correspondence or a game of that stupidly addicting Bubble Witch!

But I don’t feel like it has been a bad thing at all to have taken a break from being so digitally connected. If anything it’s made me realize how much we’re caught up living the cyber-life in today’s time because of necessity for work and how we make our livings. But that cyber-life has spilled over as a way of life for most of us in our personal time.

And in my opinion, it has turned us into a socially dysfunctional species.

I’m so guilty of having my phone glued to my hand to be sure I don’t miss a text, and guilty of how I’ve let it steer my free time by letting it submerge me into it’s mind numbing activities for hours. I’ve been letting it suck time away from me, that it’s reduced me to a haggard looking bloodshot-eyed internet troll. It’s disgusting in how I’ve let it lower my quality of life!

Have you noticed how there is an electronic device that sits no further than 3 feet of us at all times? It’s dumbfounding at how quickly we have forgotten how to interact one on one with each other without them being checked every 10 minutes. By being so electronically connected, it’s making us forget how to relate to one another personally-  no it’s more than that. It’s not letting us relate humanly with our families and friends. We’re relating through small bit and pieces of computer code trying to pass it off as being involved with them on a deeper level. It seems we’ve programmed ourselves to relate only digitally. We’re telling ourselves it’s cleaner and more efficient. But we’ve become like the computers we use, cold and inanimate. We’ve forgotten the art of in-person conversation. We’ve forgotten how seeing someone else’s eyes dilate while we talk to them is a thrill of it’s own right, or how their body language towards us can make us feel, good and bad. It’s that in-person experience and interaction that is so key to good communication and growth, and we’re losing the ability of that skill!

But let me go back to joys of the road less traveled.

I have had the fortunate opportunity to do a little bit of day tripping and short overnight trips visiting college campuses with my son recently in an attempt to try and help him make his decision on where he will continue his educational career next year.  Anyone who has or has had teenagers, understand the challenges and stress that the high school senior year brings with it! (And I’m not talking just for the student, but the parent/s as well!) I have worried and stressed, feeding off of his worry and stress in this chaotic but exciting time for him. But it’s added to an already overwhelming ‘mother’s’ worry that a parent just learns to live with the just wanting their child to be happy- that I literally can watch the grey hairs pop out on my head overnight from it all! lol

So these short trips during spring break came at a good time for us both as a mother and son. We made the choice to disconnect from our devices while driving and touring, and reconnect person to person. We chose to just follow whatever road looked to be the most interesting on our travels without the help of google maps!

It was a little scary at first! To have to actually re-acclimate to life not being on the on-line IV to keep you feeling you are living to actually do the living without it’s safety net.  You might even call us crazy for even trying it! But it has been so worth it, and we’ve had so much fun! In our mapping of trips we made it a point, all at my son suggestion, to take the back roads and the long way around. With an old fashioned foldout paper map, no less!  Never before had I afforded myself time do ever do that. I always seem to hurry to the next ‘part’ of life and destination, and because I was unsure of what might be on those unfamiliar roads and that would prove to be a hindrance to getting to the destination as fast as I could, I didn’t consider taking them. But if you have a chance to take those unfamiliar roads, do it!

It was in our travels, instate and neighboring states that I realized how much ‘I’ have gotten stuck in a rut.  I do the same things day in and day out, under the pretense of life. Yes, I am living! But I’m doing the whole work, home, sleep, back to work routines day in and day out and I’ve forgotten adventure has been awaiting for me to just wake up and discover.

Instead I’ve been living ‘life’ vicariously through the internet. We’ve become a generation of voyeurs. We watch others live, perform and entertain us. From Vine to YouTube to podcast- it makes it very easy to say we’re becoming informed and well rounded with what we were never able to experience before we were all connected, that’s how we justify it.  It makes it easy to just watch and listen and to  forget that crucial element of ‘doing’ ourselves and  ‘doing’ experience. We live on the pretense of false living, and convince ourselves we’re happy about it.

I admit,  I’ve gotten lazy in living and I’ve become numb to experiencing the simple joy of just being alive. I’ve chosen the roads most familiar and because of their ease of travel. I’ve done what I thought I had to do, to just survive the monotony and not realizing I was contributing to it’s drudgery with my lackluster attitude.

I have taken rain-checks on the fun things so many times because of scheduling or because what makes our work lives run smoother is not really what we rather do but what we feel we have to do, or lack of funds to do anything but ‘go home and veg’…. but that way of thinking is what encourages us to become despondent the idea that we are meant to experience outside our comfort zones. Living life gets lost somehow in our heads and we forget to do it. We numb ourselves with our electronic devices and say this is what life is.

We let life’s stresses strip our senses of jubilation of getting a chance to wake up each day and begin again! We forget to tell ourselves ‘ You know what,  maybe yesterday WAS tough and hard!? But we are the lucky ones who get another shot at making it different today!’

We talk about the expression of joy and wonder that crosses a young child’s face as they begin walking talking and learning when they start out in life- but why do we think that joy needs to end in childhood? We will watch a child in awe and envy at their first discoveries and see the possibility of life light up their eyes- but we can keep that too! Not just age 1 or age 5, I’m talking at at 40 and 50! Age 100! We should still let that light of joy light us from inside and thrill us! We should all try to keep that expression of joy within easy reach of our smiles.

Learning by tactile exploring, and seeing new things should be a monthly requirement we gift to ourselves! (I would say daily, but that just isn’t possible for most of us time and money wise.) We need to relearn simple innocent joy! I believe it can be done. I know it can be done, I experienced and wondered at it!

I realized on our recent trips, that there are so many places practically in my back yard, that I have never explored or appreciate for their charm, beauty and to feel their own unique magic physically surround me! Not just by watching others! Yes, we should watch others and broaden our knowledge bases, but to be inspired to go so see and experience the smells and feel the elation of it ourselves. We need to capture that joy inside us for our own, not someone else’s point of view.

That one realization was so in my face that I had to ask- why do we let that joy get hidden and why do we forget about it? Why do we get so rooted in our towns and routines where we’re living that we think- it’s no different so I’ll just stay at home and be ho hum?  Unless a place has a tourist attraction or niche drawl, do we ever really think about going somewhere unfamiliar? Do we ever take the less traveled road when we have the choice or do we pass it by to just get the next thing we have to?

If I can express one thing to you it is this, we were meant to interact with this planet! Not just watch. There is so much around us that we will never understand, but that’s just it. You don’t have to understand joy. You just let yourself feel. Reclaim your child like wonder and joy. It will reward you with an appreciation for yourself that you never had before.



I highly suspect

 Picture by Keith Burnett ‘Winds of Change’


Do you ever just feel, the air current shift?
Not with wind little one, but with energy’s gift?


This life as we know, will soon have special effect.
Today is one of those days, I highly suspect.


Close your eyes, don’t just feel- but know.
What is offered in donation, in what life can bestow.


Sensations of teeny tiny happy pops, soda fizzles of energy.
Attaching to your brain cortex the effervescence of the sensory.


Gazillions at least, rigmarole their little heart tunes.
Do not stop smiling now, for no one is immune.


To the hiccups of love, there really is no cure for.
Once love finds it’s place, it will make you it’s troubadour.


Giggle this kismet, hold it close, squeeze and treasure.
Summer flowers will bloom, and will archive its pleasure.


The energy has changed, the electric static of it is humming.
Smile and be confirmed, love’s change of you is coming.